Crucified from Unhallowed Ground by system of hate

Crucified

Hanging like your favourite child,
From a cross of pain,
Falling through forgiving hands,
mortal son of Cain.
Every wound a nightmare,
Every thorn a curse,
Every lie redemption,
Chapter, book and verse.

Looking through the eyes of death,
On a bed of sin,
Blessed nails through sacred flesh,
Tearing deep within.
Every tomb repressing,
Every womb a trial,
Every hope diminished,
Every scar a child.

Grinning like a razor blade,
The Jester plays a tune,
A requiem for laughter lost,
In this little room.
Every note remembered,
Every chord a scream,
Every verse selected,
Kills another dream.

• Punk
• darkwave
• gothic
• industrial
• metal
• post-punk
• Barnsley